on a possible return to games soon

[resolve]

[She'd known this was coming. How could it not? Temporary reprieves are a trap, only meant to invoke a false sense of security; her enemy, this enemy she can't see and can't truly know, is persistent. The Games never end.

Words are wasted on these people. Would still be even if she were good with them. If there's any constant to be counted on, it's that. Maybe the anger's wasted, too, but anger is hardly cognizant of waste. Anger only burns through her, and destroys everything in its path.

Anger is her strongest driving force.]

I won't go. You can't make me go. [Her face hardens.] I'm done being a piece.